One look at the crowd witnessing the celebrations had Ambrose in a tantrum fit. Sarina desperately tried to calm him down to no avail. The Royals headed in front of the crowd with a crying baby.

"It seems he doesn't like all the attention that much. We'll make this short," I eventually announced to the crowd, seeing their eyes that kept darting towards Ambrose in question.

"This is His Royal Highness, Prince Ambrose Bert Darlington. He had been named First Successor and will be crowned when he is eighteen. Although he is adopted and American, he will be raised with the intention of one day taking the throne," hands shot up from the reporters, documenting the event.

"Your Majesty, will he really be able to become King?" one eventually got out.

"That is a trail that will be held when the Prince is old enough to present himself. He is still considered the First Successor at this moment," it was a difficult matter to explain.

"Your Majesty, if you were to give up the throne at this very moment, who would take over?" many from the media agreed that this was a valid question.

"The Crowned Prince Cornelius would then rule until Prince Ambrose is Crowned," I explained briefly, but many of them seemed confused by this.

"But Your Majesty, isn't it true that the Crowned Prince Cornelius had recently been involved with... scandalous activities? Would he still be eligible?" I huffed out of my nose at this one.

"My brother is going through a difficult time and he intends to make up for his wrongdoings, but yes. At this very moment, he is not eligible. We are in a political crisis over the matter but it is quickly being resorted. But the most important fact of the matter is that I do not intend to give up the throne for a long time. Even if Ambrose is Crowned Prince at eighteen, that does not necessarily mean I will give up the throne. The Queen before me, my very own mother, was older when she had me and thus could retire the crown to me at this age. Prince Ambrose would have to wait a little while longer," many hands shot up as more questions popped up. "I will only answer one more question," they quickly revaluated their questions before each coming up with their own perfect one to end on. I pointed to one.

"Your Majesty, is it true that the Crowned Prince Bartholomew will be giving up his claim to the throne?" at this I frowned deeply.

"No? Where has such a thing ever come through?" I was confused and turned towards the twins who stood behind Sarina. I expected them to make dismissive signs at me, but instead. Bartholomew was indicating to me that I had to stop the entire interview. My eyes widened at the prospect of what this meant. "You little piece of shit," flashes from the cameras attacked me and one audible gasp was sounded. I snapped me head to the public and, ignoring their wide eyes, spoke calmly: "Excuse me."

I walked away from the podium, or rather stalked, towards the twins who seemed to look extremely nervous. Grabbing both of them at the collar, not a single care that they were wearing uniforms, I dragged them into the festival grounds' official building. Many tried to get pictures of this scene, but our muscular guards could keep us hidden simply with their bodies.

Chuckling nervously, Sarina stepped onto the podium with the squirming Ambrose in her arms.

"I will now be answering questions, but if it has anything to do with the twins, then you will be removed from the grounds," she spoke, nodding her head towards the guards that still surrounded her. Luckily, they all understood.

"Princess Sarina, how is it like raising the Prince?" flew the question.

"After his initial anaphylactic shock, he had begun experiencing night terrors that keep the palace awake at night. Luckily, they seem to be lessening and he will soon have a full night's sleep again," she answered in the professional tone she was taught by her speech tutor.

"Your Highness, is it true that you will be entering for the Olympics next year?" she nodded confidently.

"That is true,"

"Your Highness, do you fear that you might be treated biasedly?" Sarina's eyes widened at this.

"Because I'm a Royal...? I had never considered it really. I am so used to people treating me... normal. But I guess the Olympics is an international event so I am actually hoping that they just see me as another contestant, because I am one. Going to the Olympics has been my dream and I really don't want that dream to be ruined. If I do well, it's because I earned it: not because people believe I'm privileged to get it. I was once a commoner, and nothing has really changed since then. I'm just... a terrible Princess," she dozed a little off in her speech, and if her tutor had been there, she would've most probably slaughtered her.

"Your Highness, do you believe you are not eligible to be a Royal?" oh, now everything was going downhill.

"No comment," many hands flew at this. Eventually, she picked one.

"Your Highness, how do you feel being a part of the first homosexual Royal couple?" at this, she smiled.

"How do I feel? Well, it's simply the best feeling ever to break prejudice images like that. I say about time that it happened," she said with a smile.

"Highness, have you ever dealt with homophobic comments?" she shrugged.

"Probably. Although I accept criticism, unfair prejudice comments I do not even acknowledge. I am self-confident, and I believe that this the twenty-first century. Conservative people need to accept the new world," she shifted Ambrose onto her other side for more comfort.

"Your Highness, do you think you might be the cause behind Crowned Prince Cornelius's scandals?" at this, Sarina frowned deeply. Many other reporters did so as well as they looked to the one who asked the question.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Gladly. When Her Majesty was still an uncrowned princess, she had a boyfriend. Now although he was a terrible person, that doesn't change the fact that Her Majesty had been a heterosexual back then. It was you who changed Her Majesty into a homosexual, and by doing so, let loose the idea of same sex relationships into the Royal Palace. All of Prince Cornelius's scandals have been with men, and I can't help but think that it's only because the idea homosexuality corrupted the Palace when you came into Her Majesty's life; wouldn't you agree?" Sarina's jaw fell at this.

"Listen here: I once placed my hand in a microwave to keep it warm and I thought to myself: 'Wow, I must be the stupidest person in the world.' Now, I apologize to myself. I can clearly see that we have a new champion," Sarina spoke with such determination and passive aggressiveness that the reporter's jaw immediately fell. "Melanie had never been straight. She just didn't know she was gay until I helped her realize it, because I love my mother-in-law, truly, but she was conservative and repressing back then. Many children and even adults in this nation and across the world believe that their homosexuality is a sin because other people repress them. That is not true. In fact, the people who repress them are the ones who are sinful. After Melanie was accepted, it was easy for Cornelius to realize that he might've been different as well and in the open environment Melanie created, he was accepted as well.

And about that douchebag Caleb: Melanie is bisexual, which is another term I think you should get to knowing. Cornelius, however, is only interested in men like I am only interested in women. This nation needs to change in the way it thinks and operates, because there are so many who suffer in silence and feel like they can't be accepted. Well, they can. And if there are anyone who feels like they can't even try to accept their brethren, then please: we will help you leave this country. We don't want you," Sarina was raging so hard right now and she didn't feel like she could get down from that high. During the speech, Ian had taken Ambrose from her without her even realizing it.

"Your Highness! Are you saying that people don't have the right to have their own opinion if it comes to the LGBT community? Are you the ones repressing them now like a dictator?!" two guards ran to Sarina's sides and grabbed her arms, pulling her forcefully away before she truly said something she would regret.

"There will be no more questions," Ian said into the microphone before rushing after Sarina, Ambrose in his arms. Behind him, he left a storm brewing.

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"What the bloody hell was that Sarina?! I left you alone for ten minutes and it's all gone to shit!" I paced around, Sarina sitting on the couch with her face in her hands.

"I messed up," she admitted.

"Messed up? Messed up?! Well, aren't you modest? This is going to be even worse than Cornelius's bloody scandal! We're going to be crushed," this was absolutely what I had in mind for this day. I hope that Ambrose never learns of what went down on his first birthday.

"I need to apologize,"

"Well, no shit. Especially to that reporter," I sighed, tugging at my loose hair strands in frustration.

"That still doesn't mean he was right,"

"Oh, well no duh. He was way out of line. Hey, how about you say you were hormonal? That you were stressed because of Ambrose? Do you think they'll buy it?" Sarina sighed in anguish, burying her face in her knees. "You need to apologize. Now,"

"Now?"

"Now!" I ushered her out towards the podium again before I headed back to the twins. Bartholomew had explained to me his point of view and I guess I understood it... somewhat. It was just hard accepting it since he's always been so passionate about the throne.

"Do you want to make a public announcement?" I questioned him and he took a deep breath.

"And let all hell reign down today? What's going to happen when Mother arrives?" I merely shrugged at this question. "I want written on my tombstone: There has never been a better King of the Universe," he said and stood up, heading out as well. Cornelius was taking care of the exhausted Ambrose, and luckily he had fallen asleep quite easily after all that terror.

"Don't let him puke on your uniform," was the only advice I gave Cornelius before I headed out to witness the horror for myself.

Although Sarina's apology took a while to get through, it eventually led to having given the reporter compensation by inviting him to a Royal Dinner for a formal apology. I was not looking forward to it, but hopefully, it showed Sarina's humanity... somewhat.

Bartholomew explained his plans for the future and he became respected for his decision. Although, it still wasn't revealed how exactly the public got a hold of the information that he would be retiring from the position. There were eyes and ears everywhere, and it would do him best to remember that fact.

After the press conference and the parade, which Ambrose unfortunately was sleeping straight through, we headed back to the palace to celebrate with the family.

"Bartholomew Martinez Frankfurter Bob Daniel Darlington! What the bloody hell is all this crap about?!" our mother was not happy upon her arrival.

"What's with all the names?" Bartholomew questioned.

"Just thinking of all the possible names you can take on when you are reincarnated after I kill you!" and so, Mother Queen ran after Bartholomew on, reminding me of the days he ran away from her in diapers.

"I didn't know you believed in that sort of stuff!" he shouted as he ran.

"I don't really care either way, but I really want to kill you more than once! Get back here you toad!" my mother was in heels. Although Sarina was also given a speech later on, my mother had conflicted perspectives on the matter. Eventually, she comforted my shell-shocked wife.

Meanwhile, Ambrose and Jasper were getting to know each other. He was very gentle with my son, and that was probably a happy change for him after having dealt with the twins.

"Do you think we'll be okay?" I asked, moving to sit next to him on the balcony's bench. He shot me a glance before looking back inside, witnessing Count Palatine Knight Victor and Lady Martha having an arm wrestle, everyone cheering them on. Surprisingly, Lewis's demon of a wife won but just barely.

"Probably not," Jasper admitted, looking down at the pre-toddler who was playing with his hands. Eventually, Ambrose began to feel at the old scars on Jasper's wrist and that was when he gave my son back over to me. "Rather not," was all he said with a bit of a saddened look. He regretted his past actions.

"Sarina has a long way to go before she masters being a princess," I bounced Ambrose, watching his expression turn into pure delight.

"Luckily she has a wonderful wife to help lead the way," I snorted at his words but made no comment. I was hypnotized by Ambrose and how many expressions he could make now. "He really is growing up..." I wasn't about to get emotional, it was just a thought... a thought that made me emotional.

"Are you ever going to introduce him to his mother?" I let out a deep breath at this question.

"It took so long to track his mother down in the first place, but after she made her statement, she changed her number and ran off. Probably deported," Jasper's head swivelled to me in shock.

"I thought his mother was American?" he asked in pure confusion. I smiled sadly at Ambrose.

"I thought so too," I took a breather and caressed Ambrose's golden locks. He seemed to enjoy this. "But when Ambrose was at the hospital, I had them do a heritage and gene examination. Sarina doesn't know about this. Apparently, his mother nor his father is purely American. His father is only half American," Jasper frowned deeply and looked down at his hands and contemplated for a bit.

"Why not tell Sarina...?" he eventually asked. I smiled sadly at this and looked upwards at the quarter moon, debating how much I wanted to tell him.

"Because you'll never believe what race Ambrose truly is," he looked at me expectantly, but I stood up and brought Ambrose along with me. "It must never be publically revealed," I entered the palace once more, leaving Jasper thinking to himself.

"Melanie!" I heard Sarina call and turned to see her running towards me. She swooped down to my face when she came near and gave me a relatively passionate right then and there before kissing Ambrose's forehead sweetly.

"So, I have been thinking," she told me and beamed brightly.

"Yeah?" I question, a little bit suspicious.

"Don't you think we should give Ambrose a sibling?"

"No way in hell,"

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• And that was the end of the short Mondo Profondo.